One year later

I can’t believe that it has been a year since I wrote these posts.  I have been kind of ashamed of them, but looking back and feeling so much better, I realized that I was just deeply depressed.  How difficult it is to know that you are so bottom line depressed, and how dangerous that I may have committed suicide.  I don’t think that I would do it since I realized that my kids lives would never be the same with the pain and stigma that  I would create with me dying.  Truly honest, I am not afraid of dying.  I figure this is just a step of our atoms in existence.  I am sure that our soul moves to the next level, universe or whatever is next.  I am not even sure that everyone goes to the same place.  It may have to do with what we want or what we have done through life.  Maybe, that is how the idea of heaven and hell came about.

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